Flaws and Repercussions

Issues Pt. 2

I walked out of my room, and downstairs full of dread.

The closer I got to the kitchen, the louder everyone's thoughts became. By the time I got to the kitchen doorway all of their thoughts were deafening. I wanted to crawl into the coat closet and stay in there until Tristesse, Nerium, Claudia, and Erna came to see me, but I wouldn't get that chance. Before I could try and hide Penelope noticed me. That blonde bitch gave me one of the widest, and amused smiles I've ever seen on her face. 

While looking directly into my eyes she announced "Emmaaaliiine." in a sing-song voice. Immediately David and my mom looked directly at me. Their thoughts were still deafening in my mind, and my heart was pounding like a bass drum to the beat of my dread. I picked up my gaze from the floor to look at my "family". Penelope had a massive amused smile on her face, and the gleam in her hazel eyes could rival Erna's. David showed a cold, blank expression, but I could see the growing look of contempt in his dark brown eyes. My mother was trying her best to not lock gazes with me, yet for a couple of seconds her violet eyes met my amber gaze. In those few seconds I could see all of her sadness. We all stood in complete silence for a few minutes.

"You just get more and more, disgusting." David said letting the contempt in his eyes show in the tone of his voice. This time my mother had no words for my defense. Penelope stayed silent probably enjoying my dread. I'm not even going to bother saying anything, yet at least.

"We finally get to send you off to a good school, and you squander the first GODDAMN DAY LIKE IT'S NOTHING!" As he raises his voice he stands up and knocks the kitchen chair backwards. He doesn't seem to notice the loud bang of the chair. "FIRST YOU GET THERE LATE AND THEN YOU DON'T ATTEND THE DAMNED DETENTION! I BET YOUR FATHER IS ROLLING IN HIS GRAVE KNOWING HE HAD A FUCKING SERF PRICK LIKE YOU!"

That comment hit and it hit me hard. I could feel the tears welling in the corners of my eyes. My dad died when I was 10, and I still can remember the smell of his curly brown hair. David was still yelling and hollering, but I managed to tune him out. My mom still had nothing to say and kept her gaze downcast. Not even when my father, her ex-husband, was mentioned did she even try to tell him off. I had a massive intense urge to punch David right in his face. 

But I can't go through with my thought of hurting David. I don't have enough courage to do it, yet I have enough courage to talk shit in front of four mega-bitches. I snapped out my stupor when David grabbed my arm forcing me to look him in his eyes.

"Are you listening to me? You better be, because now that you went and did this you're gonna wish you died along with your papa." David spat as he glared into my eyes. I saw my mother give a painful expression with that last line, yet still she didn't try and say anything. David, who seemed to relish in my sadness, walked back to the kitchen table and said "And you aren't getting and supper tonight, or tomorrow. Matter of fact you aren't gonna eat anything tomorrow." David gave me a cold smile as he finished, and picked the chair back up to sit in it. Penelope gave me the same cold smile. My mother didn't say anything, but I knew she was mentally wallowing in a depressed stupor.

Without looking at any of them I dash upstairs, and back into my bedroom. 

I hate David. I hate him with a passion that could rival the heat of the sun's core. I finally released the tears that have been threatening to fall ever since David made light of father's death. I could care less about the starving thing, that has always been a classic punishment. But David reminded me that my father died while protecting me in a fire. I began crying harder as I remembered that night...

I woke up in the middle of the night to the smell of smoke.

I could hear the muffled voice of my father through the other side of the door "EMMALINE!" I yelled for him and he kicked the door off it's hinges as he frantically looked at me in my bed. He immediately ran to me and picked me up before running out into the hallway with little me in his arms. "Daddy, what's happening?" I asked him as I began crying. My question was answered as I saw the bright orange flames coming from downstairs. The flames had effectively blocked the staircase and were quickly crawling up the stairs. I looked at my father who had a look of grave worry on his face.

He took me back into my room and opened the window.

"SASCHA!"

"JEREMY! WHERE'S EMMALINE?!"

"SHE'S HERE WITH ME, BUT THE FIRE IS BLOCKING DOWNSTAIRS! I NEED YOU TO CATCH HER!"

"WHAT!? WHAT DO YOU MEAN 'CATCH HER'!"

"I'M GOING TO THROW HER OUT THE WINDOW, AND YOU'LL HAVE TO CATCH HER ALRIGHT!"

".......OKAY!"

I was so confused, and didn't understand what was going on. As my father picked me up I could see the flames starting to burn through the door, and the smoke was getting thicker. He picked me up and looked me directly in the eyes. I could see the tears in his deep amber eyes as he perched me onto the windowsill. 

"Sweetheart, I'm going to toss you out the window and mommy is going to catch you, okay." He sounded so sad and he gave a deep cough before continuing "No matter what you must always remember that daddy loves you, and that you are a powerful little girl no matter what others say." His tears were coming down his cheeks, and he was coughing violently as he threw me out the window. My mother caught me effortlessly, and we watched in complete horror as my father collapsed before he could get himself out the window, and the flames engulf the remainders of the house. 

Me and mother were crying, and blatantly hoping that he would crawl out of the house somehow unscathed. Yet our hopes were being burned away.

"DADDY!"

"JEREMY!"

We yelled as the other towns folk tried to get us away from the building, and I noticed that half of the entire town was engulfed in flame. 

I cried as I remembered these painful memories, but just before I could fall asleep I heard a light knocking on my bedroom door. I knew it was my mother so I rolled over, and pretended to be sleeping. 

Since I didn't respond she  walked in, and sat on the edge of my bed. I wasn't facing her so I didn't know her facial expression, but her mind was open to me.

I couldn't save Jeremy, and now I can't do anything to protect my own daughter. It's best to ignore everything and stay away...she must hate me and hate to be around such a worthless mother...

I wanted to tell her that she was wrong, and that I didn't feel that way, but I couldn't. She was right in a way. I didn't hate her, but I do resent her for letting everything happen. Like mother, like daughter I suppose.

After a few minutes of silence she finally spoke "Emmaline, I' m sorry. Even though it may not seem like it...." she paused as her voice quivered "I-I do love you, Emmaline." I felt her lean over, and push my hair out of my face. She wipes away some of my dried tears, and kisses my cheek before getting up to leave the room. She turns off the light, and I hear a light sniffle as she closes my bedroom door. After she leaves I roll onto my back, and give a deep sigh. I'll have to go to White Light Academy tomorrow. No point in getting my punishment made worse. Ugh....

I need sleep. I need to forget about everything that everything that happened today. Even if it is just temporarily...

It's like a little piece of Heaven in this Hell called "home".